He was intoxicated with his first truly genuine success in the act of sexual intercourse with a lustily responsive partner. And she was a beautiful, l...usciously ripe girl, too.After years of frustration, he had made it good. Good? Hell, he had come on like Gangbusters, Batman, and Errol Flynn all rolled together.He knew how lucky he was that his early years of failures with females had not rendered him impotent. How many times had he got some doll all steamed up, and then when she slipped her. " Okay." I turned to Frieda. "I'd never slept in a canopy bed before. She has a lot of stuffed animals -- bears mostly. And a mirror chest that faces the bedroom door."Frieda got a little feral. "Why did that make an impression?"I turned to Beth. "You went THAT far?" Um, yeth. That wath part of it." Embarrassment REALLY steps up that lisp..."Because we caught her mother peeping in it while we were having sex," I told Frieda, surrendering. "Anything else?"Frieda's eyes were saucers. "REALLY?. He did not want to rub the humiliation in right away. At some point they would be in it too deep to back out. Now was not the time for additional humiliation.Feeling helpless the couple waited for him to speak like two forlorn animals waiting to be slaughtered."I see you've reached a decision." He gave that half smile again."What is it you want? You need to tell me what to do." Anna asked bluntly; as if she didn't completely know."You were almost right when you said I wanted you," Wellswood. He sounded perfectly calm; you'd never know a woman's lips were around his cock. I quietly sucked his cock and slowly fingered my cunt, fighting off my moan. This was so hot."I didn't see Starla." She's running an errand," George said. "Care to take a seat, sir?"A wicked thrill passed through me as a chair groaned in protest as our corpulent boss sat down. I pictured him slowly lowering his bulk into the chair. His face would be red, even his bald spot, and dotted with sweat from his exertion..